I've only had a good meltdown once that I can remember, and this was about 7 years ago. My best friend and I were doing a madcap roadtrip, Dallas to Charlotte, playing disc golf all the way. We weren't serious disc golfers at the time -- we just loved to play. But we rib one another every round, and back then we were pretty similar in skill so the smack talk is golden.
We get to Renaissance, and we've had like 6 hours of sleep each, TOTAL the past three days -- driving at night and playing disc golf all day -- we've already played a couple other courses that day, and have never seen Renny (this is the original Renny layout). So far, I had won every single round of the trip -- something like 15 rounds at that point.
We start playing Renny and I just start getting bent over. First shot of the round looks like it will park the basket. Putt clangs the edge of the basket and keeps rolling until it's OB. And the round gets worse from there. We get done, and my friend had finally beat me for a round. And so we start in again on round two... I'm trying to play a little more conservative, but am starting to get upset. I'd never played a course like Renny before. I get to something like the 4th hole at the time, and throw what looks like it is going to be the perfect, parked forehand flick shot through that big gap in the tall fence. We never hear it hit.
We get up to the disc, and it is hanging in a tree on the smallest branch possible, about 15' up. I'm just getting upset. I start throwing all sorts of stuff at it and it just won't come down. It's like it's glued to this tiny branch and just refuses to let go.
I finally get the biggest dead branch I can find -- more like a fallen tree, and I do a whirling 360 pitching this thing up into the tree to get the disc to fall. Unfortunately, I'm throwing out of pure anger and not really paying attention. But this branch has a huge knife-like edge poking out on the side. And I'm not wearing a shirt. I let go; see the branch hit; see the disc finally fall. Reach down to pick it up, and realize I've got blood running all down my back.
Turns out the anger shot with the giant branch had knifed an 8" line across my back, up near my right shoulder. I just started laughing. Laughing. LAUGHING. Don't know why it was so funny, but it's that point where you've just run out of ways to be upset and your emotions flip flop.
Totally changed my mood. From then on, every bad roll or kick was just comical. Had a lot of fun. Fell in love with Renny -- still one of my favorite courses ever. I still have a long, thin scar across my shoulderblade to remind me of a great roadtrip. And to not get angry on the course.